Lyrics:
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
let them talk when
My goons get hellish
The only way they talk is with a full clip
You 'gon make them boys dump
You 'gon make them boys slump
(Chump I
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
He know what I like, stay on your job type
I'll pop if you can pop like you got rubber bands we like
We-we-we-we like them boys with them rubber
gang, aka them Ladder boys, we back
We back i ain't playin
I said i don't make it rain, I ain't rich
I ain't got a milli
I ain't trynna chase a bitch
Grab that ho by the weave
And let her know that it's on
Beat that fuckin' bitch ass 'til
The lights come on
Triple team that ho, tag team that ho
Mr
Yeah
Boy it's Leo in this hoe
On My Way IV
They don't know
Nah, nah, nah, yea, well Leo tell 'em
Yea, aye, let's go
Hey, boy I'm 'gon rise
No matter
ride
Hey, hey, now let the beat ride
Hey, hey, now let the beat ride
I'm rollin' through the back streets
Them boys don't applaud but they clap
I'm in
of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is
door (before you come to my door)
Let's get it, she know I'm a D-boy (she know I'ma)
Shinin', cuttin' that, Bruce Leroy
My Forgis, my Forgis (My
Let me get that off ya, boy (Hell no)
Let me get that off ya, boy (Hell no)
Man I heard you got that syrup (Hell no)
Le-- Let me get that off ya, boy
Tell them hoes I got alot and if I make it rain now
It ain't gon' step till Next Friday like Mike Epps
I ride 4's like my name was J - Dogg
So let
Ain't nobody changing us
Now you can not hang wit us
Don't know them niggas they ain't wit us
Ain't from where I'm from not
The same as us
3 Trae Tha
I know, I know
So let me be your girlfriend (bounce, bounce)
Soldier boy, I want you to myself, I don't want them girls around
You're the flyest
or is everybody shitty
Lay my eyes upon violence since a jit
Look at the horizon and I ponder If they coming for me
When I die let the world know about my
Lloyd, yeah you know what I'm on
Many girls are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't play around
Or my nigga Trae tha Truth going to lay
Sounds so good when I turn it up loud
My boy's got his own ringtone
It's the only one I know, it's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone
a Philadelphia boy
Tell these people how you moved out and
You a New Jersey resident boy
Them OG's on the block
Are like Japanese chefs
Cause soon as they smell
at momma health (yea)
Wake up, nigga, wake up
Let down the top, nigga that's your paystub
It's hard as hell for this Florida boy (A Nolia boy)
Home
boys the top boys
Nigga we them top boys the top boys
Top boys the top boys on fire
(Outro)
Yeah R.I.P V
You know what I’m saying
T.O.T.T bitch
just wanted to relate and talk to the real, you know?
Let's get it
I promise 2017 I'ma be the best, boy
Can't fall, I gotta prevail can't be like
they be killin' my block
They be havin' them whole people scared up
They be havin' them lil' children scared duckin'
But they don't give a fuck
haters to lunch
Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch
Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop,
real them ho's fake
I'm Sweet James Jones when you come through bitch
I treat you good because you know I'm rich
I was in the ghetto-had nothin'
Sold
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